How a terminal diagnosis taught me grief’s true purpose
Before I was diagnosed with incurable cancer at the age of forty-eight, I had passed grief by like a stranger on the street. I had reserved it for death and heartbreak, the shattering losses that bend us double, but not for the regrets, disappointments and failures that also ask us to grieve. I thought it brought closure, but now I know that grief is a genesis, not a finale. It gives life.
This article was first published on 6th February 2017 on psychologytoday.com.